Fugue De Chao: Lynch Hits the Yellow Bricks in Masterful, Neglected Daymare
“I like to remember things my own way,” remarks the onerous protagonist of...
Downward Slopes: Morano’s Debut of Downtrodden Beats
Cinematographer Reed Morano (The Skeleton Twins; Kill Your Darlings) makes her directorial debut with Meadowland, an increasingly cheerless...
IONCINEMA.com’s IONCINEPHILE of the Month feature focuses on an emerging filmmaker from the world of cinema....but we would be disingenuous in categorizing this month's...
Turnin’ the Beat Around: DuVernay’s Poignant, Passionate MLK Portrait Revitalizes Notions of Biopic
Eschewing what’s come to resemble a traditional route in downplaying both the...
A staple of the Sundance Film Festival since Courtney Hunt's Frozen River in '08, her Park City premiered filmography as a cinematographer was followed by...
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.